The cuckoo flies to persuade early ploughing, and the spring hoe pounces on Chu Qing.
Melaleuca trees pass through the road, and there is running water in the rice fields.
Out of Chizhou
Peach blossom fog around Bixitou, spring water over Yangyezhou.
Surrounded by green hills and flowers, the slow wind shakes Chizhou.
Don't dream the last rhyme, but send it.
Send the children to the boat and listen to the radial sound on a sunny day.
A hundred years of experience is gone forever, and the mountains and rivers are clear overnight.
Empty rafts go first, and brocade is more researched and affectionate.
The first half pot can hold me, leaving the forest empty will be light.
Wanglushan
Yesterday, our bank went out to the west of Lushan Mountain, where the vines and bamboo were green and gloomy.
Lin Dongzhong went out of the temple late, and the high cliff wood stayed in Ye Qiu Pingxi.
The white clouds suddenly merged and the ape sound was clearly audible.
Hongzhou was in a daze in March, and driving home was lighter than swimming.
Palace Lake sunrise in the east, blue to see a piece of green.
Cangzhou smoke fans thousands of miles away, and the rock wind suddenly falls and smells chickens.
The screen folded open and immersed in Bali.
The sea passes through Liang Shi, and the Dan ladder hangs in the daytime.
The pines are waterfalls, and the vines are low.
After a while, the lake was full of waves, cloudy and windy.
Censer peak, swaying barnyard grass.
The ship is still far away, just like stepping on the pale neon of clouds.
I don't know where I am. I want to see a pillow and a drunk.
At night, the center of the lake faces south and looks up at Shimen.
Mo Yan's spiritual realm is close at hand, and sailing is difficult to climb.
I will travel around the world, and Lushan Mountain will take me anywhere.